How good is your imagination? Can you picture things in your mind! I want you to use your imagination… imagine what it feels like to be spat on? To be laughed at… thrown around by your hair. Imagine being beaten to the point that your face was swollen. Imagine what it feels like for your…
Do you remember 9/11? Most can tell you what they were doing… where they were… As I think on disasters, I find one thing to be true. It brings people back to God. After 9/11 churches were full. Children that had lost their way to God, found him again. We have a God… that wants…
If satan has parties, right now he is having a big one. Social distancing… closed borders… walls instead of bridges… fear over faith… no one gathering to worship… people looking every way but up… oh yes if satan has parties to celebrate victories he is having a huge one right now. As he spoke to…
Fear… simply fear! Fear of sickness. Fear of death. When we lose sight of God. When we lose sight of his son, fear sits in…. as we have all seen recently. Thru the madness… I will keep my eyes on Jesus. Thru the sickness… I will keep my eyes on Jesus. Thru the attack…
Do you ever wonder why your are so blessed? Do you pray about those that seem to not be? He struggles daily to stay healthy. He can’t really touch anyone without gloves. Hugging and kissing… well that can never happen. Cystic Fibrosis has put him in a prison and life is not what he wanted. …
Do you have the strength that comes from knowing? We live in a season where so many choose to lose faith in God and fear the things this world throws at us. It seems as though so many people worry daily about dying. We worry about crime. We worry about this illness or that. …
We all look but do we see? Do you simply look at people or do you see them? I know you look, so do I. I look… I ponder… I judge… but do I see. To look is to only notice the outside. To see is to picture the heart. To picture the image of…
As I ponder, how I spend my day, I wonder if God is happy with why I do what I do. God is not concerned with what I do… but why I do it. Often daily, he shares messages with me… such as this one. He puts on my heart to share it with as…
So I have an addiction. I love milk. When we travel, I go and get some for the hotel room. As I came out of CVS, milk in hand, there he sat. A young man. Dirty with ragged clothes. A look of despair. I simply can not pass someone like that without speaking… praying… giving…
Did you stop today? To give “Thanks” for the array of blessings that God pours on us. The air you breathe… the complexity of the body you live in… the beauty of the world around you… the sounds that fill our sky… the love of others… the taste of food… the smell of fresh bread……